| ACT IV SCENE IV | The same. A tent. | |
| | Enter, with drum and colours, CORDELIA, Doctor, and Soldiers | |
| CORDELIA | Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now | |
| | As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; | |
| | Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, | |
| | With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, | 5 |
| | Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow | |
| | In our sustaining corn. A century send forth; | |
| | Search every acre in the high-grown field, | |
| | And bring him to our eye. | |
| | Exit an Officer | |
| | What can man's wisdom | 10 |
| | In the restoring his bereaved sense? | |
| | He that helps him take all my outward worth. | |
| Doctor | There is means, madam: | |
| | Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, | |
| | The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, | 15 |
| | Are many simples operative, whose power | |
| | Will close the eye of anguish. | |
| CORDELIA | All blest secrets, | |
| | All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, | |
| | Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate | 20 |
| | In the good man's distress! Seek, seek for him; | |
| | Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life | |
| | That wants the means to lead it. | |
| | Enter a Messenger | |
| Messenger | News, madam; | |
| | The British powers are marching hitherward. | 25 |
| CORDELIA | 'Tis known before; our preparation stands | |
| | In expectation of them. O dear father, | |
| | It is thy business that I go about; | |
| | Therefore great France | |
| | My mourning and important tears hath pitied. | 30 |
| | No blown ambition doth our arms incite, | |
| | But love, dear love, and our aged father's right: | |
| | Soon may I hear and see him! | |
| | Exeunt | |
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